Well hellooo there, back again with an idea I've been considering for quite some time after seeing that this existed. In fact, I hadn't seen any fanfic related to this particular game, at least between the English writers (I surprisingly had better luck between Spanish writers though… meh), so I wanted to contribute and show you this beautiful premise.

For those who are unaware, this is a story about the game "Teaching Feeling", or "Dorei to no Seikatsu", and yes, it IS a porn game. The plot is pretty simple, we are a doctor who is offered a girl as a slave, and is up to us to either rape the lights out of her until she dies of weakness, or take care of her and give her a chance to live (by the way, if any of you played and did the first one… you're dead to me). That's pretty much it, but I noticed that if all the sex scenes are left out and we dig a little more on the plot itself, it could become in a decent novel. That's why I wanted to try writing this.

This being said, the story will still be M-rated since it does contains some very strong and sensitive themes (like swearing, torture, child abuse, neglect, rape, murder and so on…). However, the relationship between our protagonists won't be a romantic one; they'll still love each other but more as "parent-child" than lovers. So don't expect any lemons here.

IMPORTANT PLEASE READ: If you read this and enjoy my story, please, PLEASE, go support its original creator. His twitter account is "Ray-K" ( Ray_Kybs). The original game is in Japanese only, so if you don't know the language you would have to play it by piracy. He's working on an official English translation that might see the light in the future. So if you want to play it but don't know Japanese and therefore decided to download it, DO NOT go thank or congratulate him. He hates seeing that kind of messages. So either buy the original product, support it on its main webpage or don't speak too loudly about it.

It sucks, I know, but you must understand him: He's a lone game developer, so this is the only income he can get. So please, do not jeopardize this guy's job.

Without further ado, let's begin.

Chapter 1: Him

"When did this all started?" The doctor asked the man in front of him as he wrote some notes on a little notebook. His eyebrows formed a frown, a habit he had whenever he was focused.

The man in front of him fidgeted nervously before answering "U-Um… about a week ago or so…"

"And you said that your wife and son have been having this problem as well, correct?"

"T-That's right, doctor"

"Then it's probably something you three either use or eat…" The doctor touched his chin, deep in thought. After a couple of seconds, he looked up to his patient with a strong gaze and asked directly "Tell me, is there any food you prepare yourself? Do you own a farm or anything that resembles it?

"Well… I actually own a greenhouse… I'm raising some vegetable myself: Carrots, potatoes, leeks…" The patient said while he scratched his neck, trying to remember.

"Have you noticed anything weird on any of those?"

"Uhh… Now that you mention it, the potatoes have been tasting funny lately… and they have these… weird white dots inside of it… "

"As I expected" The doctor said while straightening up in his sit. "Those dots, sir, are parasites"

"Wh-What?!"

"They are most likely what are causing your family such digestive problems. I'd recommend you to get someone to fumigate your house and greenhouse as well. And make sure you dispose of any of your current vegetables, you can buy another batch when this problem is solved" The doctor sentenced as he closed his notebook and took his glasses off.

"O-Oh! That makes sense! I'll do just that!" The patient stood up with renewed spirits and took the doctors hand and shook it vigorously "Thank you very much for your kindness! My family and I will never forget what you have done for us, Doc!"

The other man clicked his tongue in annoyance when he heard that dreadful nickname, but he did his best concealing it and instead gave his patient a lazy smile and an uninterested shake, in contrast of the thankful one of the man in front of him. He gave the doctor a couple of bills to pay him for the appointment and closed the door behind him.

Now that he was again alone with his thoughts, the doctor sighed to himself as he looked at his notes once again. This man is David Brook. He prefers to be referred as Mr. Brook, but everyone in town simply calls him ´Doc´. His is a story that every kid would dream of… When he was young he would always look up to his father with immense devotion. His father studied medicine and had become one of the most prominent doctor in the entire world, a man that even studied and later worked under the wings of the one and only Alexander Fleming.

But what David loved the most was the sensation his father described whenever he helped someone… That feeling of fulfillment and satisfaction when he saw the smile of relief on each of his patients… It always brought him joy to know that, thanks to him, someone's life was just a little better… David always dreamt of feeling that too… Being able to help those in need and who cannot find a solution for their troubles for themselves… For this reason, medicine was always a fascinating world of wonders and miracles to young David. He began to study at a very young age, not wasting any time, to follow his father's steps. Once he got into the university, he took up the chance to travel to anywhere he could, anytime he could, just for the sake of learning more.

In the end, his dedication paid off when he passed the degree with excellent grades, eventually encouraging him into a Master's degree and even a PhD. His father couldn't be more proud, watching his son becoming a great doctor just as he himself was… For David Brook, that project of life seemed like a dream come true… at least on paper…

But such determination came with a price…

His own obsession kept him busy practically all day, preventing him of ever going out to do any kind of hobby or to simply relax. By extension, he barely had any friends, and those who ever talked with him soon found out he wouldn't even follow up a trivial conversation. He wasn't even interested in love, and there were a good number of young girls who fancied him in high school, but he simply rejected each and anyone of them. He always walked his path alone, not because anyone wanted to be with him, but because he never let anyone in. But he didn't care. He never did. He only cared for his future and his dream.

And it only got worse the day his hero died…

It was too sudden for him to take it well. He was still traveling, away from home, when he received a call from his mother. She told him that his father died in a car accident, a drunk driver who was not looking where he was going… He just… broke… He didn't know what to do anymore… His father, his hero, the man he had always looked up to, the man he had always wanted to be… was dead… It was hard for him the first few weeks, until he finally took the decision to progress even further in order to honor the memory of his father. He would lock himself up in his room, alone with his books and notes, away from anyone or anything that could distract him from his goal.

His dedication brought him fame, and his knowledge ensured his job. When he came back home after he concluded his doctorate, he won reputation among his closest neighbors, who talked with their relatives and friends about the new doctor in the city. Soon, the entire city recognized the name of David Brook, the incarnation of his father's spirit and will to help those in need… Everyone came to his clinic, encouraged by his background. Flu, indigestion, parasites, allergies, insomnia, intolerance… he would identify any kind of problem or disease and would always find an effective remedy for it. His great competence and diligence made him the first doctor anyone would try to contact if they ever had any problem. People around the city even began to call him "Doc"… a nickname he would grow to loathe years later…

However, it all went down the day he stumbled upon a case he couldn't solve… and would never forget… His mother was pretty weak when he came back home, but in a reckless impulse of getting into work as soon as possible, he simply attributed it to her age. If only he had paid attention to her pain and had tried to check her… the tragedy could have been avoided… But when the symptoms were too evident to lose, her hair was falling off, her skin was losing color, her eyes were losing signs of life, her breathing became heavier… He recognized the symptoms… but he was already late to make a difference…

Her body was going through a metastasis…

He refused to believe it… He lost his father when he couldn't even say goodbye to him, and now he was losing his mother just because he was too busy playing the hero… He dropped everything in that moment, he closed and sold his clinic in order to collect enough money to pay an intervention. He was even crazy enough to perform it himself… but he was not a surgeon, he was a doctor… and there was nothing all his studying could offer him to save his mother… All he could do was wait…

In the end… the poor woman couldn't make it… The cancer had already spread too far into her body for the surgeons to do anything… unless they took her apart…

That was the turning point for David… Without him ever predicting it, he has lost his parents, he gave up on his job, he had no friends or family left to turn to… He had nothing… He had no one… All those years, selfishly and blindly pursuing a dream… just to wake up and realize that miracles and dreams don't come true… He realized that he has wasted his entire life following up the ghosts of an ideal world… But life is not a fairytale, it's unforgiving and relentless… No matter what he does, he cannot save everyone, and he had to learn that cruel reality the hard way…

Broken, he moved away from his home city, as far as he could go. He found shelter in a small village up in the mountains, a place where every citizen knew each other and treated everyone like a one big family. They gladly took him in and offered a house on sale for himself. The doctor decided to stay here in this village and keep working as a doctor… He knew that his past experiences would always haunt him… but there was nothing else he could do to make a living… This time, however, he made sure his job didn't blind him: He was fairly stricter when treating patients and only attended those with an appointment. He even prepared a room in his house to serve as a clinic, the only place he would work as a doctor.

But his past would always go after him… Being such a small town, with very few people compared to a city, his fame as a doctor spread in a few years, making him now the "Doc" of town… giving birth to that dreadful nickname once again…

But there was one thing the doctor always failed in. His lack of social interaction all those years made him… quite shy. He barely goes outside, and if he does it's just to go and do the regular grocery shopping, go to the tailor to fix or clean his coats or to simply walk around to clear his thoughts. All those years without a friend to talk to… or parents to lean on… have had an impact on his mood… Because of his loneliness, he would often stay up the whole night to drink his problems away…However, is making and effort to change, to try and open up to the world. He has not done much, but he is doing what he can…

There was this young girl at the local cafe that would always nag him to make him chat with her. She even made sure to remember what the doctor particularly liked, or began to call him by his name. She has been working as an intern for a couple of months, but to David it seemed like ages. He couldn't stand her at first, but her constant attempts to make him talk forced him to grow accustomed to her presence. He even fairly enjoyed having her around, so his visits at the cafe were something he didn't particularly mind.

This brings us to the present time, with a David Brook in his late forties, knocking at the door to the halfway point of his life… He has been looking at the last patient note for these past minutes he has been reflecting on his life and imagining… what could have been… if he had done things differently…

He left the note inside one of his desks drawers, along with tons of previous patients' notes, and took out a pendant he keeps hidden inside of the bottom drawer. He opened it up, revealing a tiny picture of a toddler David being cradled by a young woman… her mother… He held the pendant with care, tenderly rubbing his finger on the woman's face… (Mother… I'm sorry… I'm sorry I couldn't keep you with me… I hope you can forgive me… wherever you are…). Mr. Brook was now tearing up as he rested his forehead between his hands…

…until the sound of his bell door got him out of his depressing trance. Who could it be? He was not expecting any guests, and everyone knows that the door to his clinic is separated from the door to his house… So either this is a really scatterbrained patient, a meddling kid, a lost tourist or an annoying door-to-door salesman…

"Good morning, doctor" The man at the door said with a suspicious smile. He wore a dark brown dirty coat with a black hat. Mr. Brook's suspicions were confirmed upon seeing him, this man was just a salesman… nothing to see here…

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested…" The doctor quickly responded just before he tried to close the door.

"Wha-?! Wait, I am not trying to sell anything!" The man said while putting his foot to prevent the door from closing. "Doctor, don't you recognize me?" Mr. Brook actually took an uninterested glance at the man, trying to find any resemblance to someone he knew. However, no one came to mind. "I'm sure you do. Don't you remember that rainy night when you picked me up from the street? I was pretty badly injured back there, I thought it would be the end" He explained, that mischievous smirk never leaving his face.

(I "picked" him…? Oh, I think I remember…) There was one single night almost a year ago, when the doctor went to do a little grocery shopping, that he found a man lying down on the wet ground. He found it odd that someone would just take a nap under a rain in the middle of the street. He soon found out that this man had injuries and bruises around his face and torso, clearly the results of a fight. It was an unprecedented event, but he just couldn't leave someone to die out here, so the humble doctor carried him with difficulty back home and tended his injuries… However, there was no trace of the man the next morning, so Mr. Brook simply thought it was a strange dream, or that he had imagined it.

"So it's you. I never thought I would see you again around here. It was pretty rude of you to leave without saying anything, you know?" The doctor commented, trying his best to sound light-hearted.

"I apologize for that, doctor. I was in quite a pinch back when, but everything's fine now" The man said with a slight bow of guilt.

"So, what do you need? I don't take patients on without an appointment"

"Oh! No, no, no, I wasn't here for a check… I merely wanted to talk to you…" He made a long pause, as if waiting for the doctor to realize something, but when he didn't, he added "… in private"

Now Mr. Brook was beginning to get nervous… What in the world could this man want to tell him in private? His appearance didn't quite gave such good vibes either. The doctor was now wary… He could deny his request and forget about all of this… Then again, it would be rude for him to simply kick out a man who most likely wanted to thank him. "Alright, come in…" He said, his tone as firm as always.

Both men sat on the couch in his living room. There was an old television at the other end of the room, right beside a couple of tall bookshelves. "You sure like to read, right doctor?" The man commented in a deep voice.

"Reading is really important, more so given the job I'm in. Besides, it helps me relax and pass the time…" The doctor commented nonchalantly, trying to read his mysterious guest intentions.

"You must really feel pretty lonely, here by yourself, just reading your books, and barely even going outside…" The mysterious man said, his smirk growing ever so slightly it gave Mr. Brook chills. Why did he knew so much about the doctor anyway?

"Excuse me, but why is this important?" Mr. Brook said, is annoyance now a little evident in his voice.

"Oh, nothing. Pardon my intrusion…" The other man responded, now seeing that he had touched a personal issue, even if the smirk never left his lips… Soon, the room grew silent, both men just looking around without saying anything.

"Anyway, I don't want to take too much of your time" The man spoke after a couple of seconds "I actually wanted to give you this" He said while taking a little brown envelope from under his coat. The doctor took the envelope and opened it. Inside he found a pretty big amount of bills… "I had a little delay with my incomes but I think that will suffice for all the inconveniences. Consider it my… payment" He said with a proud smirk. However, Mr. Brook simply looked at him suspiciously. This was too much money, considering the treatment the doctor did… And he was too generous to give it away just like that… Mr. Brooks may have saved his life, but many would think twice or more times to give such amount of cash. Besides, where could this money come from? These kind of issues made Mr. Brooks pretty uncomfortable.

"Thank you…" The doctor responded, unsure if it was even safe to take all those bills… "Would this be all?"

"Uh… not quite in actuality…" The man said unsure. "You see… There's something more I wanted to talk about" He said, his smirk leaving his face and now looking surprisingly serious "You must be aware of Mr. Reginald's passing, am I correct?"

"Mr. Reginald?" Mr. Brook knew that man… Oh boy, did he know that man. In fact, everyone in town knows who the infamous Collin Reginald is. He was here even before David Brook came to town and was basically the richest guy around. He lived in his mansion just up the hill, where everyone could see it. He was mostly known from his connections with the major, which granted him access to the public taxes, a notion that made everyone quite irritated. Rumors say, that he owned a big staff of butlers and maids who were basically treated like garbage and workforce. The doctor himself had to see this guy from up close once: There was one time when Mr. Reginald requested the doctor's services, but of course, instead of actually making an appointment and going to his clinic, he made a ruckus and demanded Mr. Brooks to come to the mansion. All that trouble just for a simple flu. To put it simply, he was an asshole. Nobody in the village ever liked him, so it was not a surprise that when his death was made public it was almost celebrated rather than mourned.

"Yes, I am aware. Quite the commotion it made, uh?"

"Indeed…" The man answered creepily "Anyway, after his passing, a lot of people who claimed to be his relatives and some other public workers went to that mansion and began to take things away from there. The place must be empty by now. Luckily, I have a few colleagues here and there that could give me some pretty useful items to trade with. However, with these things came other… troublesome issues" He said it with a pretty annoyed tone. Maybe he got something he cannot trade with? "I have it in my car outside. If you let me go fetch it for a second I'll be back immediately" He said with urgency, at which the doctor simply responded with a gesture of his hand, as if urging him to go on.

He stood up and went to the door rather quickly, it was just as if he wanted to get rid of whatever he's going to show Mr. Brook right away. It only served to deepen the doctor's suspicions. What is this man up to? What is he going to show the doctor? Why would it show it to him in the first place? He's simply the humble doctor of town, what does he have to do with anything?

Before he could ponder these questions, the man came back. He sounded like he was muttering annoyingly right before he came to the living room. But the humble doctor was not expecting what he saw next.

The man was dragging a little girl by the wrist with force, not caring if he could break her hands. She didn't seem upset about this, she was simply letting him toss her around… "Be respectful. Introduce yourself" The man said with intimidating authority to the young girl.

Once again, she complied obediently, bowing down slightly and talking with a strained voice "Good morning… My name is Sylvie…"

The doctor… just couldn't believe what he was seeing… This girl…It was evident she was in a pitiful state… She was fairly short, so it wasn't clear what age could she be. Her dark blue hair was dirty and messy… Her dark blue eyes, completely devoid of life, simply focused on the distance, not looking at anywhere specific… The only cloth she had to cover her body was a dirty brown blouse that could perfectly serve as a bag for potatoes… Her toes were completely exposed, showing a mixture between blue from the cold and pink from having been walking without any shoes… But what disturbed Mr. Brook the most was her body… There were several nasty scars, bruises and burn marks all around her… Face, neck, arms, legs, toes… No matter where you looked, there was always vivid red flesh staining that white porcelain skin… And there was one question lingering around the doctors head since he saw her… (What in the world happened to this child?!)

"As you can see, this was the problematic thing…" The voice of the mysterious guest brought him back to reality… to suddenly make him feel like jumping at his neck and strangle him to death… Up until now, he thought he was talking about an object, he even worded it as if it was an item… but it was actually this girl…? How could someone ever refer to a little girl as a "thing"?

"You see, I'm a simple merchant, and as my motto says "If anyone's willing to buy it, sell it". But human trafficking is a really risky business for a man like me. I was planning to dispose of her in the river up the mountain, but even a man like me can feel compassion…" He said with a smile… the most hideous and false smile the doctor could have ever seen in his entire life…

"And then I remembered that time you helped me, so I thought 'Maybe the good ol' doctor wants to take care of this mess for me!' And thus I ended up here, talking with you…" He declared with that smirk the doctor was starting to grow tired of. "What I'm trying to say, doc, is that I'm offering you this girl. She is a slave, so you can do what you want with her, it won't matter! She has no family, no one will complain, it's perfect! And, of course, you can use her for more… intimate urgings…" That face… that tone… Mr. Brooks could not believe what he was hearing... He already wanted this… monster outside of his property. "So, doc, will you take this girl?"

He didn't even listen to what in the world he said. He just wanted him out, away from where he could see him… "Yes" Mr. Brook responded with such force it got the mysterious man by surprise…

"Marvelous!" The man declared as he pushed the girl away from him. As before, she didn't seem disturbed by his actions. "It has been a pleasure making busine-!"

"Out. Now." The doctor said with hostility, the mysterious guest was finally understanding what he got himself into and fixed his hat quickly.

"Yes, yes… Excuse my intermission… Thank you again for saving my life, doctor" He said as he walked outside the door…

The doctor was still furiously looking at the door… How could this man bring up a child to him, claiming that she is a slave, and assuring him that he can "use" her as he pleases?! How could anyone think of a person as a disposable toy?! It was terrible! It was madness!

He tried to breathe in deep to calm himself down, but he knew he won't be feeling any better in a while… (Ugh… I need a coffee…) He turned around and headed to the kitchen… just to stop in his tracks and look at the little figure on the corner.

The girl bowed down again, and spoke softly "Nice to meet you… I cannot do heavy work… but I will help you with everything you tell me to… So please… be gentle with me, Master…"

He had completely forgotten about her due to his anger… an anger that seemed so distant now that the doctor had the girl in front of him… Instead, what he felt now was pity and guilt… as the decision he just made sank in…

(… "Master"…? What… I have just done…?)

To be continued…

Not sure if I like how it started… It definitely had potential when I talked about our Doc's past, but I was picturing the meeting scene differently… That's what happens when you write sleepy I guess… I'll see if I change it a little bit.

I also didn't particularly liked my narration method. I tried to make an omniscient narrator… but focusing entirely on the character's point of view of the things. Think of it as if the character narrating this was thinking on himself as a third person. Yeah, didn't like it either. So I guess I'll stick to first person narrator from now on.

If you liked it, leave a review with some constructive criticism or simply write to your heart's content. See y'all around next chap.